Page 72 of Finding Forgiveness
He palms my breasts in his strong hands before tweaking my hardened nipples between his forefingers and thumbs. My lips part as I tilt my head back and moan. I’ve been with other men since we broke up six years ago—which is something I’m not proud of—but none of the others have been able to make my body hum like he does.
You can only find heaven if you back away from hell.
I push his unbuttoned shirt off his shoulders and down his arms as his hands slide into the back of my satin underwear, squeezing my cheeks as he tugs my body closer. Skin to skin. My soft against his hard. He has the most amazing body … ripped and muscular.
His looks and physique, although faultless in my eyes, are not his most endearing qualities. It’s his beautiful, gentle heart, and how he loves with his entire being. I’ve been in enough relationships in my time to recognise how truly special he is.
His lips move down to my jaw, raining kisses along my skin as he goes. “I need to be inside you, Princess.”
I need that too.
We were interrupted by his sister the last time we were together, and there’s been nobody else since. I was so messed up in that moment, I never really got to appreciate what we were doing, but I won’t takethistime for granted … I’ll cherish every second of my time with him, however long it lasts.
He reaches for the buckle on his belt, quickly freeing himself. “I’m going to fuck you hard and fast against this wall, and then I’m going to take you to bed and worship every inch of this luscious body.” When he’s ready, his hands slide around, grasping the back of my legs, as he effortlessly lifts me off my feet. “Wrap your legs around me, Cass.”
I could probably count on two hands how many times we’ve had sex. When we were younger, time together was always limited, given the fact that our relationship was a secret and he was already away at university by the time things got serious.
Our alone time was spent in his car, at our special spot, or on a few occasions in my room when my parents weren’t home. He was always so sweet and gentle with me. Don’t get me wrong, he was an attentive and selfless lover, even back then, but this …what we’re doing now, is off-the-charts hot. We have a lot of lost time to make up for, and this grown-up version of Connor Maloney is most certainly going to be my undoing.
He slides my underwear to the side and runs the head of his dick back and forth through my arousal. I’m ripe and ready for this man, so when he impales me in one swift motion, the euphoria overrides any pain. He’s so big … so hard and all man. Every delicious inch. I love it …I love him.
“Fuck, Cass,” he grates out through gritted teeth as his forehead comes to rest on my shoulder. “You’re so tight … so good. Being buried deep inside you is my favourite place to be.”
I lock my ankles together at the base of his spine as I fist a handful of his hair in my hand and tug his head back so I can gain access to his mouth. “Fuck me, Con. Fuck me hard and fast … give me everything you’ve got,” I plead before I crash my lips into his.
“This will be over before it’s even started if you keep talking to me like that.”
He draws back to the hilt before propelling back in at lightning speed. He growls into my mouth as he repeats that movement over and over again. I rock my hips forward, grinding my pelvis against his. The friction heats my skin and pure adrenaline courses through my veins with every thrust, slowly bringing my body and my soul, back to life.
The room is now filled with sounds of our skin slapping together and guttural groans and whimpers. My orgasm is close, I can feel my body climbing to that blissful place with every plunge. Our kiss is just as wild and frenzied as our fucking. This is raw, primal … animalistic.
Connor abruptly draws back, using the weight of his body and the wall behind me to pin me in place, his hand moves between us. “Come for me, Princess,” he commands. “I don’t know how much longer I can hold on. You feel too good.”
The moment the pad of his thumb swipes over my clit, I go spiralling over the edge.
“Connor,” I cry out as my entire body trembles with the intensity.
“That’s it, sweetheart, milk my cock.” He throws his head back and releases a mighty roar as his hips jerk against me. “Fuck yes!”
My inner walls are still pulsing around him as he stills, leaning in to give me an earth-shattering kiss that’s so passionate it has tears stinging the back of my eyes.
When our lips finally part, he gives me one of his signature panty-melting smiles as he takes a step backwards, bringing me with him. “Which room is yours?”
“The first door on the right.”
Connor remains inside me as he heads in that direction. After bending forward and laying me down gently on the mattress, he slides out of me and stands to full height, looking down at his dick that’s still semi-hard.
“Fuck,” he grumbles, frowning when he glances back up. “I didn’t use protection.”
“I’m on birth control.”
Leaning in, he drops his hands onto the mattress, either side of my body, brushing his lips with mine. “I’m still sorry. It was irresponsible of me.” Drawing back slightly his eyes lock with mine. “I was lost in the moment and couldn’t think about anything more than being inside you again.”
I’m expecting him to climb onto the bed beside me, but he straightens before turning to leave the room. I hear the tap running a few seconds later, and when he returns, there’s a washer in his hand. The self-assured smirk he gives me as he crosses the room has me swooning.
“Lie back,” he orders, and so many beautiful memories flash through my mind as he cleans me. No man has ever shown me the kind of devotion he does, and it never wavers. It’s one of a long list of reasons why I’m obsessed with this man.
Connor kept true to his word, and he devoured every inch of me after joining me in bed. As tired as we both are, neither of us has slept. We have so much lost time to make up for.
